Dec 2017
a sorcerer
has his
gloat as
he's ridden
their ole
black magic
save there's
despair but
his fulcrum
in romance
still with
their glance
when there'd
be nobody
to make
him conk
time again
has his
gloat as
he's ridden
their ole
black magic
save there's
despair but
his fulcrum
in romance
still with
their glance
when there'd
be nobody
to make
him conk
time again
(Bloom)
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